"I AM NOT MARRYING YOU MR. KNIGHT AND THAT'S IT" I yelled.
From where did you get this much courage that too in front of him? My my someone is trying to be savage today. My conscience said.
I was heading for the door but he held my wrist and within...
That fucking bitch. I am so mad at her right now. I will surely kill her once I meet her.
I was waiting for Alexander outside my company. I don't want Blake to see me with him. But I guess my fate doesn't want that. So now while I was standing outside, Blake Simon was entering the company.
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And to put a cherry on top of the cake just then Alexander Knight arrived.
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WOW Ev your fate really sucks.
Ya I know.
Blake looked at Alexander with a suspicious expression while Alexander came towards me smirking. I knew he had already seen Blake standing there. He came and kissed my cheek.
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?
WHAT AM I SEEING? DID ALEXANDER KNIGHT REALLY KISSED YOU? OR AM I JUST IMAGINING THINGS? I must be imagining because I don't think that's possible. Oh God please someone pinch me.
Hey can that someone pinch me too. I think I am also imagining things.
"Hey princess how are you? I hope work wasn't that stressful I don't want my wife having dark circles in the marriage." Alexander said with a fake worried expression.
"What? Marriage? Wife? What are you talking about? And what the hell are you doing here Alex?"
Blake said.
Uh-oh.
Again that name Alex it sounds funny for him. It doesn't suits his character. Don't you think that too consy?
Are you mad Ev? Stop thinking about his name and think what will happen when Blake will find out.
Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
"Ya marriage. Oh you didn't get the news from your investigator? I thought you would have been aware as he is so fast in his work." Alexander said while smirking.
